I'm not JK Rowling. Bella is a disabled character, but her disabilities don't defend her. I understand what Bella goes through sometimes I'm also noise sensitive. Like Bella my learning disabilities don't defined me. Even through I'm dyslexic (this might be the reason my grammar is not the best) I still want to be a Author some day. Any ways on to the story

It was the first Practice after I caused a pile up, for the record it was not totally my fault. I know that almost all of the guys on the quidditch team think I'm a idiot the only two that don't are one of the beaters Peter Jean and the Seeker and the only other girl Cho Chang. I know the reasons why the team look down on me.

I'm disabled. I'm not going to board you with my medical records but I was born deform which lead to me not to be real able to speak I can but it is hard and hurts and sounds really unclear. And I also have high functioning Autism. An other thing you should know about me is that I look normal except I have scars on my face you can only see if you look close and I'm extremely short I'm about four and half feet tall at thirteen years old. Oh I forgot to say my name I'm Bella Grip.

I was finishing getting into my uniform and went on the the pitch.

"Look how showed up the re-"

"Moore, don't call her that," Peter Jean said. Thank Merlin he did I hate being called the R word.

"Team, the last game against Hufflepuff was weird but we did won the next game is against Slytherin and we need to win," Cho Chang the captain said.

"The reason why the game was weird is because of her," Moore said pointing at me.

"Moore grow up," Peter said.

"Jean, why are you defending her, is it because she is your girlfriend's friend?"

" Moore she is a member of the team and deserves respect like everyone else," Peter said. Jill Nann is one of my dormmates and Peter and her are kind of dating.

" I'm with Moore, why do we keep her on the team. She is mute and most likely dumb," Jackson the keeper said. I started to do some verbal stims. For some reason Moore and Jackson hate me when I stim.

"See, she is doing the thing again."

"Jackson, Moore, enough. Because of you two everyone has to run two laps around the pitch and the last one to finish will have to clean the locker room," Cho yelled. The rest of the team sighed. We lined up and Cho was timing us.

"One, two, three, go," Cho said we started to run, I'm the fastest on the team I passed everyone one my second lap and I was the first one to finish.

"Bella good job you finished first," Cho said as I sat down. The rest of the team finished their laps and Moore was the last one to finished. We did are practice but the Moore and Jackson were being rude to me. Trying to irritate me and trying to give me a meltdown to prove that I'm a child.

After practice we went back to the locker room and I put on my noise-canceling headphones I was starting to get overwhelmed. I pulled out my teddy bear Alexander he is my comfort object he held me throughout all of my surgeries I had growing up. I put him down, and finished getting dress and he wasn't there.

"Grip, look I have your teddy," Moore said turning around seeing him holding Alexander over my head.

I know how to keep my cool but at this moment I was about to have a meltdown.

"Moore, give it back to her," Cho said.

"Why are you defending the baby," Moore said.

"Moore, next practice I will give you more laps," Cho said. Moore throw Alexander across the the room to Jackson. I was pissed I wanted my teddy was so overwhelmed.

"Jackson give it back or you will have to help Moore clean the locker room," Cho said. A few minutes later Cho gave me back Alexander. Moore and Jackson grabbed me and pulled off me headphones and yelled. They put my headphones back on and dropping me. Cho didn't notice. I was in full meltdown mode and ran up to my dorm crying.

"Bella are you ok?" Jill asked me in her fake transatlantic accent

"No," I signed.

"What is wrong dear?"

I took out my notebook."the team is mean, they hate me especially Moore and Jackson," I mange to wrote crying.

"Bella, dear do you want me to talk to Peter and Cho?" She asked. I signed "no."

"Dear, should I talk to Scott about Moore and Jackson?"

Jill's older brother Scott is in the same year as Cho, Moore and Jackson. I didn't fell like taking, I pulled my blanket over myself and wrapped myself in it.

"Bella, I know that the team is giving you a hard time dear. But they don't know the real you, the funny, tough and some times kind girl."

I know what she met by sometimes kind, I can be a little jerk when I want to.

"Bella, you probably the bravest one on the team, you went through so much with your condition, and are so much smarter then they think if they could see the real you," Jill said I nudged her.

" I know what you mean, for my whole life was always under estimated by everyone, my doctors, my brothers' friends, by my teachers, by my sister-in-law, by you guys in the being of first, and now by the team. The only people who don't underestimate me are my parents, brothers and Rosa." I wrote.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Jill said.

"Bella you forget your bag and shoes," Cho said opening the dorm door. She handed me my bag and shoes. I must have been in such a rush to get away from Moore and Jackson I forgot them.

"Bella, Peter Jean told me what Moore and Jackson did to you. I I'm going to talk to Flitwick about them,"'She said.

"No," I signed. If my parents knew that I was being bullied this bad I will have to quit the team.

"Bella, why?" Jill asked. "My parents," I signed.

"Bella, your parents will want to know if you being bullied," Jill said. I signed "ok."

Cho left and it was just me and Jill.

"Bella, dear, most of the time your a smartass, remember last year with Umbridge and how you used your disabilities to get away with to much, she hated you well she hated all of us. Anyways you can pay attention in history of Magic and you are amazing at nonverbal magic."

"Jill, I do nonverbal Magic is the only magic I can do due to my disabilities." I wrote.

"Bella, dear, you know what I mean. Those boys are idiots because they don't know the real you. The real Annabella Grip,"Jill said side hugging me.

"Thank you." I signed.

"Bella, you are a marvelous quidditch player, dear," she said going back to her bed. I'm glad to have good friends, I know that they will all ways by there for me. I can play quidditch no matter what Richard Moore and Hugo Jackson say about me.